Chapter 165

The Knights of Blaise, who were cut out from the chaos, organized a charge with amazing perseverance to try to save the falling situation. However, when they overcame the traps and the corpses of their comrades and rushed into the infantry formation of Legrand, they found that the infantry, which had always been looked down upon by the knights, played an incredible power at this time.

They formed a tough wall with spears, shields and tight array.

Rogram's line of armour and infantry was charged again and again, and the Blaise Knights felt as if they were attacking the swamp, only sinking a little bit.

"God blesses all the warriors who fight for him with his glory."

The air was shaken, and a sound that seemed to come from the sky came into everyone's ears.

The Knights of Blaise saw the light golden light passing over the earth. Where the golden light passes, every soldier of the holy army feels a kind of warmth beyond his soul - just like the virgin pouring the water of the holy spring on everyone's head.

Brave, tough, fearless

The good qualities that all knights should possess are imposed on them at this moment. In the golden light, every holy army, no matter how timid and embarrassed they were, was dignified and sacred at this moment, just like those warriors who really turned into holy books and fought for God!

The three suns rose from the camp of the holy army, dazzling and brilliant.

Just as in 217 ad, the hero king crimo converted to the Holy See, so the merciful God sent his army when his army broke up. Angels wearing armor and holding sharp swords shine the light of the Holy Spirit on the earth. The holy army is like the soldiers who were crossed by the priest thousands of years ago.

Three angels spread their wings in mid air.

"God bless us! The battle will be won

In the middle of the army, the priest raised his cross.

His voice with a strong force swept open, such as the church's evening bell ringing heavily at sunset, heaven and earth resplendent, such as the voice of God.

If for the Blaise knights and their holy army, the glory is the light of the Holy Spirit to save them, then for the soldiers of Legrand, the light is the darkness to push them to death. Three angels spread their wings in the sky. The white light falls from their wings. He lives high in the sky. Under the angels, everyone is a mole ant!

Mole ants should be wiped off and ground to dust.

Moore, with his shield, half knelt on the ground. Big drops of sweat rolled down from his forehead and fell into the earth mixed with blood and mud. He was one of the few people who knew the real cause of the death of the Duke of Buckingham. Before that, he had thought more than once about what kind of power could burn the imperial lion like the Duke to ashes.

Now he knows.

In front of such a terrible force, even standing has to bear a strong pressure. If it wasn't for the will to support him, he would have been prostrate on the ground and ready to kill. Only a small part of the armour and infantry who could block the charge of the knights, such as Moore, struggled to support, and more of them had fallen down and couldn't move.

Why? Why should a mortal be like a mole ant?

Why should their victory be obliterated so casually?

Moore wanted to roar, wanted to yell, and was unwilling to gather into angry flames. Their victory was won by the sacrifice of the soldiers and the fearlessness of life and death! Why can the gods wave away all this?

"Stand up."

When the angel's wings spread that moment, Moore almost can not support, crawling on the ground, at this time, a cold and dignified voice sounded. The mountain like gravity on him was driven away by the sound, and another force pulled him from the ground.

"This is Legrand."

The sun's light passed through the forest on the sloping highland, and was divided and broken. The smoke and beacon fire from the battlefield danced among the pillars of light. From the sun, shadow and war, a throne rises slowly from the earth, which is beyond imagination and beyond the thinking of all artists.

A throne of countless bones.

The moment it appeared on the earth, the clear sky was full of wind and cloud, the wind was blowing, the forest was pouring out sounds, just like the land of Legrand was cheering and dancing, to meet the king with unimaginable high standard!

The king sat on the white bone.

He was wearing silver armor, and the cold armor wiped out all the soft lines. He was born in the bloody and battlefield of the monarch, destined to command thousands of troops to fight in the world. He held a white bone Scepter that people had never seen before, as majestic as holding the most supreme power in the world.

"There is no need for the people of Legrand to kneel to any god!"

The king was facing the three angels in the sky. Under his helmet, there was anger and killing between his eyes.

At the moment when his voice fell, the golden light spread to the camp of Legrand was like a tidal wave. The soldiers who had been afraid of the arrival of angels only felt that the voice was thundering in their ears, resonating with their hearts, blood flowing in their blood vessels, and courage and strength returned to them."Fight for Legrand!"

Moore sprang up from the ground, raised his shield and spear high and roared hysterically.

No bow, no kowtow, no crawling!

Because this is Legrand in the land of freedom!

They are the people of Legrand! They should stand on the earth!

The devil stood on the ground, hiding in the shadow of the forest, looking at the monarch in the sky, and suddenly laughed silently. This is the emperor he is loyal to When you have nothing, you are determined to fight against the gods! The most noble soul was born in the smallest race, and then burst out with incomparably bright brilliance.

His majesty should be on the throne!

The black fog filled the forest. The devil pulled out the long sword from the black umbrella and inserted it into the ground. A purgatory door rises slowly.

"It's you."

In the distant sky, the face of the mortal monarch is printed in the mirror like pupil of the angel. The dust of a thousand years has not made them forget the past - on the contrary, all the memories that have been violated are always as clear as yesterday. The dignity of being an angel and a Protoss is trampled by a mortal for the first time.

"You sinner

The blazing Angel drew out the sword of fire and pointed to the king who stood against them on the throne.

The king looked coldly at the angry three Blazing Angels. He raised the scepter of white bone high.

"In the name of the king, I command the spirit to return and fight for Legrand!"

In the forest, the door of purgatory summoned by the devil suddenly opened. The wind roared out, and in the wind, the horses neighed.

Rogrand's soldiers looked up in the wind, and saw a huge army rolling out from behind them in gray clouds. This was supposed to be a horrible and cold scene, but as the knights on the skeleton horses approached, the camp of Legrand suddenly issued a cry from heaven and earth.

All the Legrand knights who participated in the war, they saw -

the proud ancestors of the family!!

Godfrey, the first knight of the Lorraine family!

The first knight of the will family, the killing gun Taranto!

The first knight of the Moore family, Barcelona of Tuka!

The first knight of the Roland family

……

One by one, the knights who come back from hell and appear in the battlefield are all familiar knights in Legrand! They are the knights who built the great empire of Legrand on the earth with the first king of Legrand! They are the most glorious followers of the rose family!

Their portraits hang on the promenade of the family castle. From the moment of birth, every nobleman's memory is destined to be related to his family's ancestors. His parents will point to the portrait of his ancestors and tell him about the family's past. History and glory are passed on from generation to generation.

Nobility is nobility, because they have heroic ancestors!

Nobles are nobles because they have to prove that their surnames deserve it!

One knight after another of extraordinary significance appeared in front of the soldiers of Legrand. They had turned into death knights and raised their swords high in their hands.

"Fight for Legrand!"

They cried out.

A thousand years ago, they used their lives to shout.

A thousand years later, when the spirits returned, they remained unchanged.

Fight for Legrand in his life, and fight for Legrand in his death!

"Fight for Legrand!"

One rogrand soldier after another clenched his weapons, and tears welled up in their eyes.

Who cares about the angel or the Lord? Their monarchs, their ancestors, said that they were not wrong, then God said the guilt is just a piece of empty talk!

Fight for Legrand!

The king's Scepter points to the holy army, which is blessed by angels.

"Kill

The army of Legrand led by the spirit met the holy army which was plated with the light of the holy spirit like a bronze statue. The sword is so strong that everyone will never die.

Above the sky.

Black Butterfly gathered around the king, opened the door of purgatory, and the devil who completed the first task walked out of the void. He stood beside the king, holding a long sword with a keel, and with a smile on his face, he leaned slightly over the king: "fortunately, your majesty."

"The king of mortals who made a contract with the devil."

In a low, cold voice, the three Blazing Angels did not go to see what was happening on the ground. They look coldly at the throne floating in the sky.

The devil is on the side of the monarch, and they add up to a new era.

A new era of madmen and maniacs!

Angels hold the sword of fire, red fire in the sky like waves rolling, space twisted staggered. They knew a thousand years ago that this pair of contractors were terrible. After returning, they did not have the original arrogance. From the beginning, they planned to do their best.

The king's ice blue pupil is printed with the familiar sea of fire.

"Kill them."He ordered.

The smile of the devil's lips widened, and he gladly took orders.